Madam Chapter 40 Novels & Stories

Cheryl encouraged Jean to quickly meet Madam. *** Jean slowly approached Madam's room, which was located at the end of the VIP room. There was a feeling of anxiety for fear that Madam would drag her into one of the VIP rooms. Jean was about to knock, but there was a big man who first opened the door. "Oh Jean, you come. Come in, I have been waiting for you since earlier," Said Madam from inside. Jean then entered the room to face Madam, sitting on a long chair in the room with the man who was embracing her intimately.

"Madam, why are you here?" Amanda walked in and said, "Your fourth master has a way, let them go home." Robin was taken aback. Fourth master had a way? Was Madam joking? If fourth master had a way, there would be no need to spend ten billion to hire E. Amanda looked at him with his brows furrowed, a hint of impatience in her eyes. "What are you standing there for? Let them go home first, fourth master will be here soon."

He answered it before the first ring even finished. ​"Speak." ​"Boss, we found Madam," Fanel said. "We tracked the local emergency room admissions. She didn't go to a hotel. She’s at a Medical Center in the city. Fourth floor. VIP room." ---

Rowland stood quietly observing the exchange. "What's going on, Miss Cathy?" His voice echoed from above them. Emma was amazed to see Madam unfold in real time. The previous composure with which she was commanding the room disappeared in a microsecond. Madam was so unravelled the fear was clear in her eyes and for a moment she didn't know where to place her hand. She folded her hands behind her back, immediately unfolded them and reached for her pockets, then quickly brought them together in front of her person. It was clear madam swallowed a big load of saliva, for there was the unmistakable up and down movement in her throat. "Sorry, sir. Just a little misunderstanding. Nothing to bother y

she said calmly, “was nullified the moment you failed to keep his attention.” Freya recoiled like she had been slapped. “He wanted something new,” Madam went on, walking slowly around the bed, examining the damage with clinical interest. “Something younger. Fresh. Rare.” Her eyes settled on me. “A virgin.” Her gaze sharpened. “And who better than a younger version of you?” Freya’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “You used her,” she whispered. Madam laughed softly. “Used? My dear, this is a business. And your sister has proven to be an exceptional investment despite her lousy behaviour.”

she told frantically and Zachary quickly stopped as he pulled away. "Finally, you agreed huh?" Madam Madison scoffed. She glanced at Zachary who also did the same, they were both eager and anxious to hear the whole spill Katrina was gonna say. "Who do you work for?" Zachary asked, impatiently.

Another one slurred, “The madam was spot on. She said you were a pretty face with a fire body… and that we’d find you here. Hehehe.” Madam? Who was this madam? The man in the middle leaned in closer. His grin widened, more menacing than before. “Guys, I think we should have our time with her before we discard her like she instructed.” Discard. That word echoed through my skull like a gunshot. Discard? As in… kill? My body froze again. My thoughts spiraled into chaos. Who is this madam? Who would want me dead? Chrissy? I backed away slowly, my heart thudding violently in my chest, ready to leap from my ribs.

* Minutes after finishing her dinner, Madam Greta came to her with a piece of news. "Master Enzo calls for you. Dress yourself up and go. I suspect it's the usual." Madam Greta told before leaving her. He wants to do it? Madison thought as she went up the stairs. Strangely, the thought of Enzo having sex with her no longer scares her like before. The last time he did it with her, it didn't feel so painful.

Finally, the Third Madam glanced at Draco, smiling before her hand slipped away from Emma's wrist, falling limply onto the brocade coverlet. The elderly lady closed her eyes, tears silently falling. The wetness of the wet nurse's eyes was evident, as she had held back her tears for so long. Emma, on the other hand, didn't shed a tear. It wasn't that she didn't feel the pain, but rather, she couldn't cry. Something seemed to be blocked in her chest, making breathing difficult. Besides the pain of losing a friend, she felt that something immensely significant within her had crumbled. Her spirit seemed to have lost its support. Now she realized that, to her, the Third Madam wasn't just a confid

"Dial." Under the Old Madam's relentless pressure, Nanny White eventually relented and made the call. Chloe wisely chose to remain silent, deciding it was best to let Xavier handle his grandmother when he arrived. Even though the Old Madam spoke with a gentle tone, every word was a command that felt impossible to refuse. Chloe realized she was simply no match for the elder woman's seasoned maneuvers. "Chloe," the Old Madam said, her sternness melting back into a smile as she patted the back of Chloe’s hand. "Is it that you don't want to have a wedding?"